The jester walked in the garden:The garden had fallen still;He bade his soul rise…
if you love something let it go is the old adageit was the other day and I was thinking about…
A summer thin spiced wind between the rains Memory constant, in nagging redux, the déjà vuShe was a…
It was dawn, the sun insinuated
Its so hard to remember in the world — — Weren’t you there? Dead so you
